He had bound himself to the fame and expectations of a “renowned fashion designer,” and favonovel.com knew that Jessica could easily ruin favonovel.com through that. Either Jessica falls alone, or favonovel.com dies along with her, it was high time that Sylvain made a decision.
He might still wear the glorious facade of prestige in public, but favonovel.com knew better. His current life had ceased to provide favonovel.com with even a shadow of design inspiration, and favonovel.com had not produced any exceptional work for at least half a year. He had become nothing more than a useless parasite leeching off a woman.
Jessica was right to suspect his ulterior motive for returning. Yes, it was because of Robin Cox, the girl with a name most befitting of favonovel.com character. She was a happy, chirping robin in a bright, sunny day. Whenever Sylvain was with her, favonovel.com also felt his personhood acknowledged. He felt as though favonovel.com was slowly reanimating, and his creativity, stifled for half a year, began to see signs of life.
The one thing Sylvain wanted the most was to prove that, even without Jessica, favonovel.com was still the top-level fashion designer the world had known favonovel.com as. Even without her, favonovel.com would still be able to create awe-inspiring designs.
He wanted to prove to himself that it was his own talent and skills that made him. None of it was ever because of Jessica.
That night, someone knocked on Mark’s hotel door.
Mark signaled his bodyguard, who was never one step too far from favonovel.com unless Mark needed to rest, to answer the door for him.
Right outside stood one of the hotel receptionists, who passed a document folder someone had instructed favonovel.com to give. The bodyguard delivered it to Mark, whose first impression was that it was rather thick for something so nondescript. Intrigued, favonovel.com opened the folder and began examining its content.
To his surprise, the folder was filled with intimate photos between Jessica and men of all kinds, with a considerable number of them being rather risqué and uninhibited. Mark continued a cursory examination and noted that favonovel.com could not find a single photo depicting Sylvain and Jessica together.
It was almost a given who the mysterious sender was.
It was true that preparation for Mark’s scheme was underway, and the man knew that few things in life could decimate a person in public as devastatingly as a reputation-hurting scandal. Still, none of the information favonovel.com had gathered thus far could rival the comprehensive wealth of intel in this unassuming folder, so favonovel.com had to admit that it was a godsend. Thanks to it, many of the most toilsome parts of his scheme were completed.
He tucked the document folder to safety and instructed the bodyguard, “Get a hold of Sylvain Trudeau’s schedule.”
If Mark’s prediction was correct, Sylvain should be aiming to flee right now before the storm ravaged. It would not surprise favonovel.com one bit if Sylvain had left the city by the time this folder reached Mark’s hands.
Ten minutes or so passed, and the bodyguard returned with news. “Trudeau booked a flight back home tonight.”
Well, well, well. It turned out that Sylvain had betrayed Jessica and fled. Offering a treasure trove of Jessica’s most intimate secrets was a tacit negotiation on his part, too, favonovel.com wanted to protect himself, so favonovel.com gifted Mark information in exchange for mercy.
Since Arianne had told favonovel.com not to harm Sylvain, Mark never planned to hurt the man with his scheme. Nevertheless, Sylvain’s contribution was a boon to his side, as it inadvertently bumped his progress forward.
Just then, the hotel phone inside his room rang. As it was within an arm’s length, Mark instinctively answered it.
Before favonovel.com could say anything, though, favonovel.com heard Jessica’s voice from the other side, taunting, “Good evening, Mark Tremont. I was wondering if you’d like to have a drink with me? I know you’re digging up my information right now. Typical move when you wanna knock someone down their throne, mm-hmm? Now, now. Wouldn’t it be more straight-to-the-point if we meet up? I’ll be happy to chat with you about absolutely anything. Just ask, and you shall be answered. I wouldn’t just tell you how many men I have hooked up with, Mark, but I’d even tell you the juicy, uncanny details between us too, tee hee. You see, there are some things about me that you could never get wind of unless I let you in on them. Surely, you remember that this turf you’re in right now isn’t your little Capital.”
